July 6, 2010. Morning.

Dream: Suspense/intrigue adventure. Sadistic villains chased me for reasons unclear. (Example of sadistic: earlier, one leered, studying diagrams of meat cuts, planning my death). I entered the lobby of an industrial plant crowded with corporate and plant workers, even security guards. Someone holding a puppy stopped my pursuers, convincing them to adopt it. They lost interest in me. Without urgency I walked away.